the autogeography of a no/body
Jul 20


Yes, yes, I was talking to my lover, a man I have spent nearly twenty years of my life with, and he is away, breastless, breathless, without the comfort of my nipple. Oftentimes my arm is crooked under his head, in that space between his neck and his skull, while he suckles, drawing me into his mouth, indicating his desire for relief against my outer thigh. Of course, it is always a half question, his erection, re/questing an entrance, a seclusion, against this dark world.


One Response to “him”

  1. Jul 25 Matt Lee Says:

    We’ve been sitting here, in this heat filled lavishness, discussing Augustine and Heidegger and the role of love in a strange skin of abstraction and involvement that seems the nature of this very activity I do. Always they want to bring to light when there is nothing better than that soft warmth that breathes against the harshness of the days when we must do something.

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